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The Hare Has My Hair

Wish I was there, yet I got my hair. Do I dare? Rogaine is rare Wish I was there yet I still got eyes to stare Do I dare? I lost my hair Is that fair? I do not dare, where’s my hair? A hare has my hair! Come hare, hare with my hair Do I dare? The hare has my hair It is very fair, my hair how could the hare dare? What shall I wear? Everything matched my hair Will the hare dare, it has my hair and could wear what I wear That is a fair hair it is wearing what I wear, it dared! The mare ate the hare and my hair! I cant hurt the mare, it is the mayor of the mares, and it dared! it is fair, do I dare, the mare is a fair mayor, that’s rare. It’s not fair to hurt such a fair mayor, yet it has my hair. The mayor took my eyes that stare for my hair, now what can I wear? The hare will share, Rogaine is rare but hares are fair A fair hare for Rogaine and the mayor Wish I was there, yet I got my hair and ransom for the mayor
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May 13, 2015
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Written while listening to chicken dance on repeat.

8/5/03

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